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Thinking in his heart, the matter was about to be resolved, and Mo Qingyou's heart became quiet, and the plot was about to be settled.

After the morning class was over, Mo Qingyou went home and heard it inside before he even walked in. It was very lively.

A visitor is here.

Mo Qingyou walked in, and saw that besides his mother sitting on the sofa, there was a luxurious ********, and another with very long hair, but with colorful and blurred brilliance. Maiden.

Looking at the girl, she was wearing a pink palace dress with gorgeous lace on the cuffs and neckline.

On the skirt, there are many colorful gems, shining dazzling light under the illumination of the crystal lamp.

As soon as Mo Qingming saw her, he knew exactly who she was. Could it be the cousin whose mother said she had a name every day?

What day is it today, what is her name today! ?

"Tears, Yiru Liuli loves Menglian Tears, Bingya tears, Ice Purple Butterfly Dreams, Heart Sakura Yu, Bing Ling Yidie Mengru, you are back!"

Because of Mo Qingxi's affairs, Mrs. Mo looked very haggard, probably because of the strange mother and daughter, the look on her face was not very good.

"Ah, my sister is still called such an old-fashioned name."

The legendary cousin had already spoken. When she spoke, her eyes were looking up, and she rolled her eyes one by one.

The long hair, which is about one meter long, also fluctuates gently with her swaying.

Mo Qingming could clearly see the dazzling light from the strings of gems in her hair.

"Angelina. Frozen Snow Lotus. Mo, what's wrong with this name?"

Madam Mo looked at the legendary cousin and asked aloud.

"No, no, no, aunt, my current name is Shangmenghen. Xueluoqiangwei. Z. Mo. Qingya."

Scars of dreams. Snow falling rose. z. Mo. Qingya fluffed her hair, and thought she was sitting there noble.

Madam Mo took a look at Mo Qingming. Before she opened her mouth, Mo Qingming said quickly.

"My sister's name is really nice, but I am more old-fashioned, so it's the same one before!"

ˉ▽￣～)cut~~"

Scars of dreams. Snow falling rose. z. Mo. Qingya snorted and looked around.

"Where did Qingxi go? My brother will come later. Is anyone else away?"

"That's it!"

Scars of dreams. Snow falling rose. z. Mo. Qingya asked with a smile on her mother's face as a lady.

It's okay not to mention Mo Qingxi. When it comes to Mo Qingxi, Mrs. Mo feels pain in her heart again, and she wants to cry again.

When Mo Qingming saw this expression of his mother, he hurriedly sat next to her.

I was also afraid that this aunt came here like a demonstration with her cousin, and she was so angry with her mother.

Hurriedly said, "My second brother went to study abroad, and my mother has been uncomfortable for a day because of separation from the second brother."

"Study abroad?"

Scars of dreams. Snow falling rose. z. Mo. Qingya's mother pouted her lips in disapproval.

"It turned out to be studying abroad, that's a pity."

Scars of dreams. Snow falling rose. z. Mo. Qingya sighed and shook her head.

I thought there was a good show to watch, but it didn't seem to be possible.

Mrs. Mo, mother and daughter, looked at each other and couldn't figure out what they were doing.

"When my son comes, you will know."

Scars of dreams. Snow falling rose. z. Mo. The elegant mother gave a meaningful smile.